Nate Danger (provenate) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2015-07-08 19:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2018 [07] july, demi rafferty, nathaniel quinn |
Who Demi and Nate
Where Capitol and UCMB
WhenAfternoon
What forNate brings Demi her phone and the escorts her to her Dr's appointment.
There was an art to blending in. It was an art that Nate had to hone in when he was doing a job. When he was on the field filming you had to fade into the background. You had to become a set piece for the people that you'd surrounded yourself with. Or the people your best friend had surrounded yourself with to look after two strangers, two women truly, but no one he knew the face of.
Thing was, these weren't his people and he didn't belong. He wasn't a suit. Luckily his upper crust background travelled well. He had that quiet sort of confidence that having money gave someone, no matter how much they'd never asked to be swashed in wealth.
This place was like a mirage in the desert. It was too good to be true. Even if he may have resented being here, he took full advantage of all of the perks that came with being a a covert operator. This meant a shower, all the meat he could get - pork chops especially, fresh laundry, a clean pillow and the piece de la resistance! Liquor. Moonshine was great and he appreciated the recipe he was so fond of back when he was with his friend and in the middle of a party but when he was here? When he was alone it was Whisky time. Scotch straight up and right from the bottle. He enjoyed the satisfying thurp of his lips creating a suction as he gave the good old girl he was slurping from his full on attention.
It probably didn't need to be said that when he made it to the rotunda to wait for this Dog Park refugee he'd gotten considerably into the bottle. He'd prepared a flask and it sat in the compartment of his cargo pants in the event that this girl really was too much to handle.
Nate didn't know what to expect. All he knew was that he had to give her the phone, look at her face, bring her to her appointment and then report back to Bode.
He settled against the circular wall, legs kicked out, hair pulled back. He was quiet and waiting in his scuff of space, watching the faces that approached...watching for Demi.